This is a song about "The blitz"

From the bottom to the top

It’s hip-hop, not pop

See money talk and these days

The streetz is aint the safe

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Hit it or four play

The truth but thats the way

In the heat of the summer,

And i ain't frontin for her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

The bigger the the fun

Catch you up on places i've been